I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
The record separated those amounts.
It wasn’t two hundred and sixty-four thousand created by a miraculous interest rate on three thousand dollars.
I heard the explanation.
I understood the arithmetic.
I could not understand the years beside it.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Thomas opened his file.
“Gregory believed direct assistance would be refused.”